SOPHIE STEPPED INTO THE KITCHEN, adjusting the long sleeves of the grey pyjama top she was wearing. Her tired eyes scanned the dark room, finding discarded mugs in the sink. She had been searching for Lockwoodm ever since she woke up in an empty bed. The house was quiet and he wasn't in his usual spot in the library.
With a sigh her fingers found the cold handle of the basement door, gently pulling it open. Sophie could hear hushed voices from the top of the stairs. She quietly descended the metal steps, focusing on the two oblivious figures hunched over George's desk with a singular lamp as their light source.
George was flicking through the various pages scattered across his messy desk, while Lockwood watched him, almost anxiously.
"What do you think?" Lockwood whispered.
"I think you're a bigger idiot than I ever gave you credit for."
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